The Devil Drinks Beer

Just when I thought I was fresh out of stupid things...I had a liquid lunch.

So tasty at the time. I mean seriously, who doesn't love a beautiful cascading Kilkenny (yes I realize that it's Guiness that does the cascading...but Kilkenny still puts on a lovely show, doesn't it)?

The only thing I love more than a tasty Kilkenny is another.

The only thing I hate more than going back to work after such a lovely lunch is the boozy work that goes along with it.

Can't get anything done -- so I'll blog about it.

G-Ts.

The only smart thing about this whole escapade is that my boss is also half-cut, and just came into my office to inquire as to my ability to concentrate after our tasty Kilkenny-filled luncheon. I lied. Pretended like I was totally getting work done. May have made him feel bad. Or he saw right through me. Either way, I only have to get through another hour before we head off to a meeting (at which there will be coctails -- gawd I love Fridays!).

I'm a donkey.

If Chef Ramsay were here, he would agree. He would also call me either stupid, or a diabolical genious. Not that I'm particularly evil...but if the devil were here, I think he'd have enjoyed a beer or two with us at lunch.

Again, G-Ts.